Him Here, Her There (Originally Titled One Person's Romance)

For her, he wrote a song called “Rouged Lips”: The night grows late, the gauze curtains cannot hold back her loosening hair. Half a page of laughter: who will follow the sound and return? She never meant to follow, yet her pale face envies their radiance. Her heart is not broken. True love is hard to hold on to, and memories linger where romance once bloomed...

For him, she wrote a few lines called “Silk-Washing Stream”: As before, I gaze deeply at the towers, then glance around the cloud-shaped hooks behind me. The wind dies, the moon hides. Who can bear to pass by, still weighed down by sorrow? A cup of bitter wine reflects in the sparse window; years of clear tears leave me cold and alone. The past remains, a riot of flowers, then repeats again and again...

In the span of a thousand years,

we meet those we are destined to meet.

Right and wrong, both;

In the span of a thousand years,

we encounter the fate we are meant to encounter,

by destiny, or by mistake.

Here, the years grow older...

There, the years grow older...

Do you remember?

[If fate is extinguished, all things turn to ashes...]